Chapter 57: Han Feng's Scheme

"Huaihua, you should look at it this way: to beat is to care, to scold is to love, and a beating accompanied by a scolding is deep affection." Li Wanyue always spoke with casual levity.

Just as Xiang Ting intended to leave and continue toward the basketball court, he caught sight of Zhao Kai sitting in a daze in the very last row of Class 15.

The two of them lured the fierce beast toward the cliffside, where a dazzling ray of light suddenly pierced through. Injured by the glare, the beast wailed and retreated, not daring to advance further.

Long Mengting scooped him into her arms and collapsed onto the bed, falling fast asleep just like that, leaving him zero opportunity to make a move.

Yet the strangest thing was the entourage behind that person. As if they had anticipated this step all along, they showed no panic, no fluster, simply surrounding Ye Qing in a quiet, pre-arranged formation.

Having just arrived on the first day, he swaggered in and summoned all base members, calling out their names one by one.

A raspy voice reached Mephiston's ears. Following the line of sight through his helmet, the Blood Angel saw a giant as massive as himself walking toward him.

"Look at that memory of yours. Didn't I tell you earlier? That sweeper only returned to the sect because he was broke," Shu Xingfeng said with a smile.

Turning around, Nan Xiukun discovered that Yue Liqingtan and Su Ziyi were embracing each other, and he could not help but clench his fists.

The collision of energies triggered an explosion. This explosion occurred right within the blade; viewed from the outside, it looked as though the sword itself was wailing in agony—a deeply shocking sight.

Why his senior brother had suddenly vanished back then was a little-known secret, understood by only a handful of top higher-ups within the Sky Fire Academy.

At this moment, powerful auras converged around Chen Anyan, and the air itself seemed to grow heavy and viscous.

The Heavenly Way has its cycles of reincarnation. As the Goddess of Poverty, aside from fulfilling her duties, she was also responsible for punishing the wicked and rewarding the good.

Chu Fei curled his lips. Though he looked somewhat unwilling, he obediently shut his mouth and quieted down.

Once all the arrangements here were settled, a sense of relief washed over me, because the time that followed belonged exclusively to Chu Yin and me.

Despite having the home-court advantage, one could see just how staggering Fu Ning's fanbase was. Tens of thousands of people had gathered here, surrounding the venue layer upon layer.

He longed to ask her who on earth she was, but every time the words reached his lips, he felt that the time was still not right.

The more anxious and unsettled he grew, the more his hands trembled. Several times in a row, Xu Shuyan failed to fasten the necklace properly, and his breathing inevitably grew a bit hurried, puffing in gentle gasps against Lin Qi's delicate neck.

Though it was a matter from decades ago and everyone involved was now dead with nothing left to investigate, Ye Zirong wouldn't have bothered dwelling on it if not for Meng Yao's current identity complications.

This was merely a joke played by the adults, and Lin Qianyi did not live up to their expectations either; her alcohol tolerance was not particularly high, and she rarely drank.

"You even want to kill me now? Then go ahead and kill me, do it!" Mao Xueying looked at me desolately, her gaze filled with despair.

Naturally, Qian Ming and the others did not need to be escorted back by them. Higher-ups had dispatched personnel to take over, and new identity documents had been issued to them. At this moment, they were already seated on a plane flying back to their homeland. Thinking of returning home soon and meeting their beloved families, they could not suppress the excitement in their hearts and were far too wired to sleep.

A warmth blossomed in Lei Ming's chest, making him feel all the more awkward, while a lingering melancholy grew within him—the girl he loved was about to become his sister-in-law, or perhaps already had.

The more Gun of Xia thought about it, the more remorseful he became; the more he pondered, the less he could understand, and he could never untangle this knot in his heart. In the end, carrying his lingering guilt toward humankind, he fell deeply ill from melancholy and died of disease.

"Well, Mr. Davis, this building is crawling with the living dead. Would you like to go up and take a look? Every floor has them," I said with a hint of malice. Since there was a free laborer available, why should I do the dirty work myself? Still, I felt a slight pang of guilt for interrupting Davis's good time.

Though she felt this lech harbored malicious intentions, Lu Qianyu was somewhat tempted upon hearing those conditions.

Finally, a earth-shattering roar echoed through the air. The dragon Qi truly transformed into eight colossal dragons, soaring roaringly into the high heavens.

Instead of perishing from the heavenly retribution of the Nine-Yin physique, he died inside this cauldron—actually boiled to death! If he wasn't an ill-fated soul, what was he?

Across the entire world, only eighty to ninety percent of people could cultivate spiritual power; the vast majority possessed none at all.

If the M99 was still meant to fulfill sniping missions from a helicopter, well, helicopters lacked stability and often required moving while firing. If the sniper rifle lacked sufficient mechanical stability, missing shots was inevitable. A mistake on the battlefield was fatal, something Lei Jun absolutely refused to permit.

Tianlin on the opposite side declared that he was completely stuffed with dog food! He coughed awkwardly, but the two of them showed no intention of restraining themselves.

Two playing cards whizzed past his neck, the first shattering the petrification, and the second slicing a shallow gash across his throat.

Upon seeing this, the old man's already pale complexion instantly darkened with another line of veins. His eyes widened round, staring at the big black dog with a mix of heartbreak and disbelief.

They discovered that among the ruins of the burial chamber, lying or pinned beneath... were heaps of densely packed corpses. A rough count revealed there were at least a hundred of them.

The vines carried Qiaoqiao back to the Fertility Temple. The moment Qiaoqiao touched the ground, the vines instantly transformed back into a single seed resting in the palm of her hand.

Hearing this, Zhang Xuanzi could not help turning to glance at Zihuang, only to see the fellow give a slight shake of his head, signaling a stance of denying it to the death. Yet, thinking it over, since the other party had already tracked them down and made their intentions clear in words, was there really any point in continuing the act?

Jiang Chi originally wanted to mock Xu Siyan a few times, but the latter didn't care at all and instead hurled a string of curses right back at him.

Seeing this arrogant, lofty demeanor of the elderly eunuch, Zhao Chong understood clearly that his status was likely far from low.

Ji Heng's gloating was so blatantly obvious that Grandpa Ji stroked his beard and glared in anger, regretting not letting those ruffians in the military camp drill him harder.

Would that not be a sign of disrespect toward the command headquarters? After all, the command center was his own territory; could the enemy breach it so easily?

"Thirteen..." King Ning's voice rang in her ear. Zhu Wei wiped away her tears and looked up fixedly to see that King Ning had already dismounted, gazing steadily back at her.

The Wheel of Sea, also known as the chakra, actually refers to the seven major energy fields within a soul cultivator's body. From top to bottom, they are the crown chakra, the brow chakra, the throat chakra, the heart chakra, the solar plexus chakra, the navel chakra, and the root chakra.

Su Yuchen said, "I am also contacting people, but even if I do, we are already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and morale. This battle is going to be tough."

"Oh, it's you?" Zeng Haoran looked at the old man in astonishment, only now realizing that this was the very person who had been rambling away with him on the ice for ages.